I was fuming. I slammed the door and stormed up to my room feeling betrayed and humiliated. I lay in bed for ages trying to read but instead, kept thi...king about why my Mother would have told Julia about the panties. Eventually I drifted off with no answer.I woke with a jump as my bedroom door flew open, Julia stumbled in and unsteadily shuffled towards me.“What the fuck?” I yelled.“You know Danny Boy; you can jerk off into my panties any day.” She slurred. “While I’m wearing them!” She cackled. I touch it to my nose and smell, soapy, perfectly clean. I lick her toes, she squirms. "Baby's ticklish? Awww" I lick some more, her arch, down her heel. I stick her big toe in my mouth and suck. I'm usually not into feet since they're so gross, but this is so soft and innocent. Just the right amount of grossness, the taboo of it turning me on. I suck and swirl my tongue around her little toes, thrusting my ass up and down faster and faster. I moan, her toes in my mouth, humping, twerking,. We even spent some time in nudist camps. I played kickball in the nude with other boys and girls who were also nude. I even played doctor with them when it got dark. It was a really fun, educational time. I grew up in a small town in Ohio. I met my husband in high school. Yes, we were high school sweethearts. I lost my virginity to him on the fourth date which happened to be the school’s homecoming. It hurt at first but I had my first orgasm with a male that night too. We went to college. My mind was so cluttered with an odd infatuation for the girl, I couldn’t see that her talent was a fleeting dash of arousal manifested by a flash of bare skin under the darkened light of that seedy den. I don’t blame the two of you for leaving so abruptly. It brought me to my senses. I held nothing but disdain for her and I told her so backstage after the show.’ ‘Her name was Sybil Vane, as I recall. She committed suicide shortly after, didn’t she?’ ‘It was the same night. Honestly, Harry,.